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Zachary - 0xE46ATC

Last mission went quite well, not too much complications and I had the opportunity to test out some new mixtures (#B56 was quite flaccid, #B57 was satisfying to hear but less powerful than I'd hoped). [Reminder(0×4,silent): get more synthskin, I'm nearly out]. Spent some time talking to Tren Ven'neta, Nice enough chap, very chat, a bit daft though. Wants to convince me a bunch of backwater bumpkins managed to deal a significant blow to the Empire near some kind of gas giant. Hah, he'll have to come up with a better story next time. Still, nice enough chap, we even exchanged some recipes[Store(RecC): BRS-HE4-T5/S + BM1L-HE5-T10]. His bounty was quite good too, we'll probably be able to get the crew to rest for a week with this. Well, unless cap'n finds us another mission, as he always seems to do >.>

Zachary - 0XE46CTC

Found new employer, Bothan calling himself Ik. Claims he's from some kind of influental family. Paycheck's fat though, and he does seem to be throwing throwing creds around. [Reminder: Make sure my payment arrives on time]. Didn't have to do anything more than standing around and look menacingly up until now, and the little playing around with a defused fraggers does pull that off nicely. Still, something itches about this. Thankfully, a ship has been secured, and apparently, we're bankrolling some failed old republic academic on some kind of discovery field trip. Should keep us out of trouble. Now, off to prepare those Dune Rats I shot earlier. This one recipe with Blue Milk is supposed to make them really tender [Retr(RecC, WBM)].

Lainaki - 26 BBY_19 BBY

As a sophomore at the legislature, I was honoured to be allowed to speak at during the debate around the main topic of this apprentice senate. I got some weird looks though. My ideas about the use of Jedis in diplomatic positions were apparently quite controversial, although the vote agreed with me: Jedi's should not be diplomats, we should! Apprentice senator Tuurguy Niondam seemed to appreciate my speech. But I do hope next year I will do better!

The Annual Apprentice Senate 10:8:35 (25 BBY, 8th month, 35th day)

Another year, another chance to rectify my mistakes of last year. People weren't as pissed off at what I said about the main topic than they were last year. The tax on trade was supported by a majority, no surprise there.
On a more interesting note, there is this girl, Daminas Tenebris, I think she likes me. I kinda like her, but something's off about her. Keeping quiet for now.

The Annual Apprentice Senate 11:8:35 (24 BBY, 8th month, 35th day, for prologue story reasons: year of the battle of Naboo)

People seemed to enjoy my proposal to send Jedi's to Naboo to report on the conditions. If the trade federation has nothing to hide this should not be a problem right? Tuurguy Niondam did not seem to agree and tried to interrupt my speech, but I think I handled it well. There was no real vote on the topic this time, too much to debate.
Daminas seems to be healthier than last year, and I'm starting to grow fond of her.

The Annual Apprentice Senate 12:9:1 (23 BBY, 9th month, 1st day)

Sanctions for the CIS, I voted yes, majority voted yes. Now that the essentials are out of the way, let's talk about why this journal entry is a day late: Daminas. I finally managed to gather my courage and knock on her door with a bottle of cheap wine. To be honest, I don't know what happened last night, but according to my lack of clothes and gain of a headache in the morning, I have a pretty good idea ;)

The Annual Apprentice Senate 13:8:35 (22 BBY, 8th month, 35th day)

Daminas, me, Tuurguy Niondam, Gaerial Donos and Vabrys Lan were the main, senior apprentice, speakers this year. The moment I finished my speech, turmoil unleashed itself in the senate. I ran to Daminas but she convinced me the vote had to be taken. So I once again took the word and was able to calm the senate down. Thank god the vote agreed on the republican army, let's hope the real senate agrees. The weaker planets really need our help against the aggression of the CIS!
Something else: Daminas has offered to help me find a job on Coruscant!! If she succeeds, we could live together!

The betrayal 16:5:23 (19 BBY, 5th month, 23rd day, canon)

I have no words for this… Chancellor Palpatine… I hope it's not as bad as I think he is, but for now, it seems to be even worse… Daminas reported me for treason since I didn't vote yes on the reformation of the republic. To vote no on the topic and disappoint Daminas was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but it was necessary, although futile in the end… Now I'm wanted by this "empire", and I will need to flee.

Kopec - Date unknown, Mos Shuuta spaceport

As I had feared Teemo caught up to us when we were refueling our ship and promptly kicked us off. Since he clearly wasn’t done with us yet (and we were pretty keen on keeping all our limbs where they are), we decided to make a run for it. Well, almost everyone decided that that was the preferred course of action. While we were running I heard Ana shout something about “double backing to make sure her ‘baby’ is safe” … I really hope she got away.

Honestly, I thought we had lost Teemo’s goons when we decided get a quick drink in a local cantina to discuss what to do next. However, I guess the group chasing us was hungry for some approval because not two minutes later a 4 or 5 Gomorrians stormed in. Luckily, the others were quick to pop off some headshots. Not a second too early though, because for some reason all of these nut jobs stormed right at me and one of them nearly took my ankle off. Fortunately, the bartender turned out to be a reasonable man – even though Zachary suddenly lost all ability to understand sarcasm -, we just had to get rid of the bodies and he even suggested to us a way out of town. (Which was rather strange, seeing we just shot up his bar)

Apparently, a ship called Krayt Fang owned by Trex (a Transdoshan business associate of our dear friend Teemo) was docked there in Mos Shuuta for maintenance. It was quickly decided that making a play for that ship would have more chance of success than trying to retrieve our own. (we decided not to tell Ana before getting her on the ship) It had been docked for maintenance because it required a replacement part for its fancy ignitor. Starting the ship without the ignitor would prove difficult so we made our way to the local scrap dealer.

After we got to the dealer Ik and Zachery took it upon themselves to convince him to part from it. Which suited Lainaki and I, because we got to continue our game of Hollo chess in the meanwhile and she had some time to take a look at my ankle. To our combined surprise, the two actually came back with the part (both relatively unscathed, but judging from Ik’s facial expression when Zachary mentioned his wage, I guess Ik was some credits lighter)

After retrieving the ignitor one of the guys recalled that the clamps of the ship were most likely remotely controlled from the spaceport control tower and that we still needed to locate where the ship was docked exactly. [We really didn't want a repeat of the Dantooine incident]. After scouting out the accesses to the flight control tower, Zachery was able to shed some light on the where is the ship situation after climbing to the top of a local water tower.

A bit later Ik, Lainaki and I fumbled our way to convincing the local Overseer of the space port control to release the clamps to the kraytfang. That way we could get out of there from the moment we located Ana (leaving Teemo without new toys.). But to accompany this good news, we also noticed from the main control that the local division of the Empire had decided that it was a good day to work on their tan.

And because bad luck favours company , a squad of Stormtroopers also needed some exercise that day and decided to chase us from the moment they spotted us leave the space control tower. And boy do these guys carry some heavy weaponry. I caught one in the back and Ik & Lainaki were not a lot better off than me… The only one smiling at that point was Zachary. He was only concerned with whether the explosion could have been bigger. Oh right, explosion. Basically, Zachary saved our collective asses back then by turning the clones (…. were they still clones these days?) who were shooting at us into empire flavored broth. Surely, the empire was most pleased to know there were still more people in need of a bounty on their head… On the plus side Anna could have recognized the Zachary signature and to help find her way back to us. Cause at that point I sort of had it with that place.

Black binder entry – Woman with the stage name Star was dancing on stage in the cantina. She did not speak the native tongue but clearly wasn’t there by her own choice.

Zachary - 0XE46CTC

Phew, that was a close one. Fusion accelerator had sprung a leak while in hyperspace, had to tell the pilot to do an emergency pull-out, which of course caused to hyperspan modulator to break down due to the increased stress. I've had reverse the polarity on the Fluxing filter, and rejigged the tachyon-emitter tobounce the graviton particle-beam across the main
deflector dish, so the excess gamma radiation doesn't cook us inside this damn rustbucket of a ship.

I sure hope this gets us to the next port in one piece, but we certainly need an actual mechanic for this kind of Bantha drek, I'm running out of ideas and duct-tape over here…

Anna's intro campaign

I don’t know if this is how you’re supposed to start these things, but if I don’t talk to someone… to something – I feel like I’m going to explode. Tomorrow is the first day of medical school. I’m quite sure my parents already wrote the date down on the day I was freaking born. Apptacys are doctors. Always have been, always will be.

Tomorrow I’m going to take my chance. If he says no, well, then it wasn’t meant to be. Then it just means that I can’t change my destiny.

D-day

He said yes. I can’t believe it. He actually said yes. Ezradun Sharvan is going to be my mentor, already is my mentor. I’m going to become a mechanic. His workshop is small, there are thingamajings all over the place – grease too- and I love it. There’s warmth, unlike the sterile, dead environment of a doctor’s office or a clinic.

I nearly got caught by mother though. Didn’t really get the chance to clean my hands and my coat had some smudges on it too, but I managed to get past her. Sent my adrenaline levels through the roof though. Will need to be more careful in the future.

First exams

Exams are coming up soon. I should really start studying for them. I’ve attended not a single class this semester, but I have all the books and data I might need. Maybe I should ask Ezradun if I can only come in the mornings for the next few weeks, so I can start cramming. The longer I can pretend that everything is going okay at medical school, the longer I can continue learning from Ezradun in peace.

-

Okay I still can’t believe it. I can’t believe it! He gave me an old – really old – swoop bike. My official, long-term project: fixing it! I’m so proud at how far I’ve already come. Choosing Ezradun as a mentor was the best decision of my life and I owe him so much. I’ll have to pay for all the parts and tools to fix it myself though. I mean, I’d expect and want nothing else, but I’ll definitely have to start planning ahead budget-wise.

-

Had another tricky moment today. Father asked me how the classes were going. I don’t know how, but I managed to talk myself out of that conversation by diverting the attention to mother’s cooking skills. I don’t think he’s onto me, but I’ll have to be more careful.

Second semester

Managed to make my score sheet disappear. 6 exam results that say “no show” would be too difficult to find an excuse for.

-

The swoop bike is beginning to look more like a bike again and less like a rusty skeleton. Running out of money though, will have to start asking mother for more. I’m sure students need their own microscopes or some other expensive things. Surely.

-

I’ve been an idiot. I’ve become too careless and nonchalant. Mother asked why my clothes are always so dirty and greasy. Father nearly called the university to file a complaint about the lack of cleanliness of the class rooms. Managed to steer the conversation away again, praise mother’s passion for household chores. I don’t think I’ll be able to dodge another bullet like this. My excuses are becoming more flaky by the day.

I think I died today. My heart definitely stopped beating. While I was working on the bike, -thank the stars that I was lying underneath it father walked into the workshop. His air speeder is making too much noise apparently and Ezradun needs to fix it. Of course he noticed “the new apprentice” and wanted to meet me, the strange, inappropriate girl that shows interest in mechanics. Ezradun, proud and gentle man that he is, immediately defended me and tried to introduce me. I tried to distort my voice a bit and made up a lousy excuse of why I couldn’t come out from underneath the bike. Father fell for it. He’s an incredibly intelligent man, the only reason why my ridiculous attempt worked is because in no possible universe would father ever suspect that his daughter would be a mechanic. Never ever.

I feel the walls guarding my secret life crumbling and I am beyond scared. I am going to lose everything, it’s just a matter of time. I should start preparing for the day that it all blows up in my face

I told Ezradun everything. He was so understanding. He comforted me. I bawled my eyes out. I’d give up everything in the universe to switch my father for him.

-

I thought we were fine, but I feel that there is a certain tension between Ezradun and me since I told him everything. He’s more reserved and distant. I hope it goes away.

End of the second semester

The swoop bike is looking amazing! I can’t believe how much progress I’ve made over the past ten months. I just need a few more parts – like the breaks – before it’s completely done. I’ve ordered a flashy purple paint, but the delivery is taking longer than expected. I need to find a way to thank Ezradun for this past year and show him how much this all means to me. Maybe I’ll build him something useful for in the workshop.

The aftermath

I don’t know where to start. Everything is over. Father found out. He went through my stuff while I was away. He gave me an ultimatum. I left. I stayed at Ezradun’s. Father threatened him. I fucked it all up. My life is over and my dearest friend in the world will pay for it. I can’t deal with this

-

I’m so tired. I’m sitting in the port, waiting for a ship that needs a mechanic. I’m going away, off-planet, so my father will no longer have to threaten Ezradun. He has cut me off from everything I ever had. Apptacys are doctors. And if they’re not, they better disappear.

I’m going to prove him wrong, I’m going to prove them all wrong. The entire universe will know the name Apptacy as the name of an amazing mechanic. I’m going to make Ezradun proud.

Anna - Date unknown, aboard the Krayt Fang

So there I was, wandering a bit around the local market, blending in and all, listening in on the rumors, when I suddenly hear and see this explosion in the distance. I just knew my fellow crew mates were responsible for it – and even if they weren't, a little disaster tourism is always fun. On my way towards the commotion, I noticed these smoking bits of… is that a stormtrooper foot? I looked up to see my friends, a slight hint of panic in their looks and my face must've just been a big question mark. Before I could properly ask what's going on, they grab me, tell me the situation has escalated ever so slightly, but that we have a hyper matter reactor ignitor (HMRI) and that Limp spotted a nearby hangar with a light freighter inside. Time to get off this planet.

We easily made our way to the hangar, but there is where things went horribly wrong. The gate was open so we could see the rusty, poor excuse for a freighter standing inside. I just wanted our old ship back, but people-on-the-runners can't be choosers, I guess. Two droids stood in front of the hangar. They looked old, rusty, worn down. I overheard Lainaki and Limp exchanging a few words and before anyone could properly assess the situation, Limp fired a shot at one of the droids. In hindsight, it must've been the adrenaline from the previous altercation that drove him to such a dangerous, impulsive decision – but it nearly fucked us all over.

Chaos erupted as some of us managed to dive behind crates for cover, but Kopec and Ik went down almost immediately. Lainaki could somehow drag Kopec into safety as Limp and I fired shots at the droids. Two more droids soon appeared from inside the hangar. We managed to take the two outside out, but the two others kept hitting us with deadly accuracy. We were so fucked, so I made a split-second decision to run towards the gate panel in an attempt to close the gate. Got hit on my way towards it and as if things weren't bad enough yet, Lainaki went down as well and Limp's gun got blown to bits.

I'm going to be honest, panic set in really badly at that point. I kept slamming the controls on the panel, but I couldn't figure the code out. Maybe it was the pain, or the stress, but all I managed to do was close the gate like, 25% of the way – which barely helped. Limp kept shouting helpful tips at me through the voice comms so I kept trying. Last thing I remember is the sound of a blaster shot and then the sudden sensation of sand in my mouth as I went down.

Kopec and Limp filled us in later of what had happened while we were all KO. Limp managed to flee the scene and dragged Kopec along with him. He quickly patched him up and got him back on his feet, so they could head back to save Lainaki, Ik and me. Of course, by the time they were back, we were gone. They scouted around the hangar and found a maintenance entrance – couldn't open it. Above it was an air duct, juuuust big enough to crawl through. I'm sad that I had to miss the sight of Kopec worming himself through it.

The airduct led to the control room of the hangar, from where they could see the entire hangar. The two droids were standing at the gate, so they had to find a way to distract them. They used the overhead speakers to shout something along the lines of "Trex wants you to get some crates from outside" and somehow that worked. Horrible programming, really. The duo ran the the light freighter, named Krayt Fang and jumped on board.

Apparently, Lainaki, Ik and me were dumped quite unceremoniously in the main hallway. Could've been a garbage chute, we got lucky. Zachary jumped straight into the pilot seat to send the ship in a course off planet. Things went fast then, alarms started blaring as the freighter took off and as soon as it left the hangar, four TIE fighters were on our heels to take us down. Zachary ran back to help Kopec get the three sleeping beauties back to the land of the living.

Limp had to use a stimpack on me to get me to wake up and I was really confused at first. There is something disorientating about waking up with a panicked guy standing over you, shouting at you to fix the HMRI and we're fleeing and we're being chased and here take this fix it fix it now do it nooow. Luckily, the mechanics part of my brain kicked straight into gear, I grabbed the hypermatter drive and headed towards the engine room. I managed to install it quite easily, but it would take some time before we could jump – before we could get away from the TIE fighters.

Lainaki was doing the piloting, Ik and Zachary the shooting, I was running between doing repairs and shooting off spoof missiles to confuse the TIE fighters' hit scans and Kopec… Well, Kopec did some motivational speaking. It was rough. The ship suffered some severe damage as the TIE fighters managed to land some serious hits. At one point one of them even collided into us, I thought we were a goner. We managed to take three of the TIE fighters down between all our evasive maneuvers, it seemed like forever, but then it was finally time to jump.

Anna's Diary - don't read don't touch don't anything

Oh my god, I didn't sign up for this shit. I mean, I did, but that's not the point. Everything hurts. It feels like someone hit me with a sledgehammer right against the left half of my rib cage. A sledgehammer that was on fire or something, fuck. Note to self, don't get freaking shot. There's still some sand stuck in my mouth too and it just sends the worst kind of shivers down my spine whenever I feel the grains grinding between my teeth.

I completely blame Limp for this, you know. You don't just go shooting stuff out of nowhere. Bad plan. At least inform your crew first that you're gonna pull a kamikaze stunt before dragging them into it or something. Fuck I'll write the eulogy to your burial and read it with tears streaming down my face and tell the world how big of a suicidal hero you were – just don't get us all fucking shot. I'm gonna kick his ass as soon as I get the chance and as soon as I can properly move.

I also miss my baby, my beautiful, shiny, chrome ship baby. She was so beautiful. I just installed new shield modifiers too. Oh no my work bench. My beautiful work bench. I miss my work bench too.

Now we're aboard some rusty, old light freighter. It's not her fault that she's rusty, she was clearly neglected. Her name is Krayt Fang. Mother always used to say that when a pet dies, you immediately need to adopt a new one to lessen the hurt. Mother never was the best with coping mechanisms, but I think I understand now.

Having my ship baby taken away from me really left me with a feeling of emptiness, loss. It really was my baby, there wasn't a square inch that I didn't do some tinkering on at some point. But adopting (cough stealing cough) this old granny, it lessens the blow. She got quite hurt during our daring escape, but she hung in there. She didn't blow up on us, the energy shields moved like they had too.

There is some real fire and potential in our Granny Fang and I can't wait to restore her back to her former glory. And give her a wicked spray paint job. Gonna ask Na'hosa to set some funds aside in the future for it.

I mean, if we ever get paid again, for anything. Being on the run suuuuuucks.

Regrets? A few

Phew, that was close. Way too close. I’m amazed this rustbucket held up under the stress, she must be tougher than I gave her credit for. Also, note to self, next time I’m high on adrenaline from some good bangs and Boss-lady let’s me call the shots, maybe not call the shots immediately, right there, literally. Or maybe just bring more explosives and a spare gun next time. Yeah, should probably do that. One of the two. Maybe both. And maybe get some guns for the rest of the guys, and some battle-droids, definitely some battle-droids, oh, and some walkers, those are nice too, especially the big ones that menace with blasters of ion. Where was I? Oh, right, to-do list.[<ul><li> Repair blaster pistol</li><li> Claim galley as personal workshop</li><ul> <li>If galley does not exists, claim a cargo-hold and set up cooking station</li></ul><li> Find a place to cook the food.</li><li> Cook some actual food</li><li> Get Ik to pay me</li><li> Refill personal medical supplies</li></ul>]

I should probably get Anna to help me to some of these. And apologize I guess, I didn’t get her back our old bird after all. And apologize to the rest, I guess. Well, maybe except for Twin-tails and Boss-lady, those two should know better than to present themselves so eagerly to some damn droids. And Ik still owes me money, even more since I broke my bloody gun defending him. So, apologies for the gear monkey it is. Maybe I could make her some extra nice food…